Semua Bab BLOOD AND VOWS: Bab 11 - Bab 20

ELENA'S POV:Knock, knock!!“Open up, baby. it's me.” Pause “It's your mother, open up— he's gone already.”Relief flooded through me, I pushed off from the floor where I had been sitting and crying my heart and eyes out. The moment I opened the door, more tears burst out of me before I could stop myself. I sobbed and shuddered, mom pulled me into a hug, patting me gently on the back while I buried my face in her neck, sniffing and shuddering and letting out muffled sobs.“It's going to be alright baby. It's going to be alright.”But we both knew this was going to be everything else, except alright. This entire marriage was not, would not work.Another sob tore through me, shaking me violently. Grace had been right! What did I expect from getting married to a Mafia boss, a killer? He could have done whatever he wanted without me being able to stop him last night.“I hate him.” I croaked. “I hate him mom, I can't stand him at all.” My voice was fierce and broken.“No one likes him Ele

DIMITRI'S POV:I took the elevator straight to the last floor of our mansion and literally jumped out immediately as the compartment doors dinged and slithered open.I tried to regain my cool as I walked up to the door and entered the password. Immediately I stepped in, I found Yvvette my house keeper. She had just stepped in to the room from the kitchen at the same time, she halted the moment she saw me and gave a small bow.Which I didn't bother acknowledging.“Where's my wife?” I asked coldly.“She’s still upstairs locked in her room.” She replied simply, not daring to meet my gaze.I swallowed the anger tightening in my chest and glared at her. “Have you given her anything to eat?”She shook her head. “No sir, I just sent some food upstairs not quite long. She hasn’t touched anything or even opened up even once.”A vein twitched in my arms. “You're dismissed.” I said, before turning to the stairs. Ignoring her completely.There was only one thing that mattered now. I had to ensur

Elena's POV:A therapist?Dimitri Volkov had sent me a therapist?I whipped around, turning my back on Yvvette and facing Mother.Of course, she had told me he was bringing in a therapist but how could I, have known he'd actually do it.What I needed was out of this marriage, not therapy. Not any stupid therapy!“I guess that's my cue to be on my way then.” Mother said, cutting through my thoughts. My grip still on the door handle tightened, my pulse kicked up.I wanted her to stay.She had to stay!But there was literally nothing I could do. Nothing! This was already decided.Women were powerless in this world. This stupid world, we did only what we were commanded to. Nothing more. Nothing less.“Ma'am.” Yvvette called from behind me. “Just go!” I said over my shoulder. “But what should I tell her.”The answer almost rushed out of my mouth before Mother locked eyes with me and shook her head. I bit my lower lip, pulling it in.“You have to see your therapist, baby.”“I don't need a

ELENA'S POV:I scowled in frustration at my reflection in the mirror. My figure had shrunken considerably from constant starvation and crying indoors. Like June had said yesterday, I had no choice in this marriage and since I couldn't change the outcome no matter what. I might as well do it well.So here we go..I ran a comb through my hair and rolled my eyes in exasperation, my gaze staring back at the pale, dark haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, urging me not to give up.With a sigh, I stood up from the dressing table and made my way slowly out of the bedroom. Yvvette had announced Breakfast a long time ago but I'd been too lazy to join them. I walked in to the dining room to meet Dimitri already sitting there, fully dressed up in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie. A newspaper was held up firmly covering half of his face, but I could make out his expression from behind the newspaper mask— He looked bored. Too bored.He looked up when I d

ELENA'S POV:Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. In the past week, I managed to compare what I felt for Dimitri, to what I was expected to feel for him and my observation was just messed up.Love and hate are visceral. My stomach turns and twists at the thought of Dimitri. The heart in my chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through my flesh and clothes and I'm on the brink of fight or flight. My appetite and sleep are shredded.Every interaction spikes my blood with a dangerous kind of adrenaline. The sheer terror of him scares me. But that wasn't anymore, well— I was going to turn that fucking tide around.The car slowed down in front of an Asian Restaurant on the outskirts of town. Umberto rushed out to help me hold the door but I beat him to it, before he could run over.He looked uneasily at me then back at the restaurant I was heading for, then with another fluid swift motion, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face helplessly.